When There Is Nothing Left But Love (Ashton And Scarlett)

Even though they always used their actions, and this time, their life, to prove that they loved me, I still felt profoundly insecure deep down. I wasn’t sure if this was due to my deep-seated low self-esteem, or that this happened to every other woman.

I ended up spending the whole night watching over Marcus. Layla had come in intermittently and asked that I get some sleep myself, but after I repeatedly rejected her suggestion, she decided to just leave me alone.

The next day, the morning sunlight shone through the window and lit up the room as though bestowing upon it a new life. Marcus finally woke up and when he saw that I was unharmed, he smiled in relief. “Thank goodness that you’re okay.”

At that point, all my suppressed emotions had escaped into the form of unstoppable tears and I started to sob uncontrollably. I held onto his hand and tried to speak in between my sobs. “Please… never do this again! I-If something happens to you, how am I going to explain this to Camelia? You have a wife and a kid! You can’t do something so silly again!”

He smiled weakly and stroked my hair gently as he said, “Don’t be silly, I can’t have stopped my instinctive reflex even if I tried to. Besides, I actually feel honored being able to keep someone I wanted to protect safe.”

It took me a while to collect myself. After which, a doctor came by to check on Marcus. I was glad when the doctor informed me that he would recover fully with enough rest.

As soon as my heightened sense of wariness subsided, I was overcome with a new wave of tiredness. After all, I did stay up all night and had had very little rest.

Looking at my bloodshot eyes, Layla said, “Ms. Stovall, now that Mr. White has awakened, you should really get some rest yourself. I’ll continue to monitor his health. Please stop worrying.”

I nodded, finally feeling a heavy weight lifted off my shoulder. After leaving the ward, I headed to the hospital lobby, ready to take a cab home.

When I got to the hospital lobby, a familiar black Bentley was parked just outside the curb. Joseph rolled down the driver seat window and said, “Mrs. Fuller, I’ll give you a ride home.”

just happen

Ashton was in the car and appeared hesitant. As though reading my mind, Joseph

awkwardly

a brief moment before asking,

tilted his head in my direction. “Not just me. Mr. Fuller has been here as well. He had been scrolling through his phone all night standing

before biting my lips.

that you didn’t return to your ward or the villa all night did sting him. If I were you, I’d probably give him a call to check in with him even for just a minute. At least it shows that you

once again stabbed right onto my sore spot like a

more, I stared out the window and was lost in

dropped me back at the villa before heading out

in my bedroom, I tried to take a nap, but the cramp took a turn for the

the room for some painkillers. Failing

I checked my watch and realized it was

in the fridge for me to cook

that it was September, the weather had started to cool down. It was almost seven o’clock when I

call.